Ruanruan held Jiang Jincheng's little hand and followed Qin Bo Qing to his bedroom.
In the quiet living room of Qin Bo Qing's bedroom, a refined elder sat spiritedly with glasses, just like Qin Bo Qing, sitting upright in a chair and seemingly reading a book intently.
However, in fact, he was so nervous that he could hardly contain himself. Although the book in his hand was open, he hadn't absorbed a single word; instead, he kept checking whether his clothes were neat.
Fretting about whether his granddaughter would like him, he became tense when he heard noises from outside. The elder stood up suddenly and straightened his clothes carefully, his wise eyes fixing on the door, displaying a rare hint of anxiety.
Qin Bo Qing pushed the door open and walked in first, and Ruanruan gripping his pants nervously followed, toddling in.
Jiang Jincheng pinched her palm and softly whispered in her ear, "Little sister, don't be afraid, I'm here with you."
